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You're too quick for me.
Hey, Mister. Mister. I just. . . I just wanted to thank you.
For what?
For defending my honor this afternoon.
I hate to bust your bubble, but I wasn't defending you.
But you was going to fight for me.
I wasn't going to fight for you. I was just going to beat the shit out of your boyfriend.
He's not my boyfriend. I mean, I let him take me out and stuff, but I ain't spoken for. Not yet that is.
Get it through your head, little girl; I'm not going for you. If this Toby likes you, then if I were you I'd marry him. You're not going to get much better in this town.
That's what I thought until you came riding in. I saw your car over at the gas station. It's cool. Want to take me for a ride? Desert's kind of lonely this time of day.
How old are you?
Eighteen. Well, I'm gonna be eighteen in two years, but that don't mean you can't take me for a ride if you want.
No, I don't want to take you for a ride. What I want is for . . . Hey, you don't happen to have a hundred and fifty dollars I could
You're too late, Toby. We're going to get in his fancy car and ride off and leave you behind.
What the hell are you talking about?
What's your name anyway?
Toby Tyler, it don't matter to me if you beat him all up and knock out all his teeth and he's just drooling and bleeding all over hisself, 'cause we love each other and we gonna run off, and I'm gonna have his love child.
Will you shut up!
Don't be afraid of him none. I don't care what he does to you, we can still be together.
Get away from me!
I asked you a question.
Aw, Toby, we weren't doing nothing. We was just talking.
You shut your mouth, girl, and get back over to our table. Now, I'm not going to ask you again, Mister. What were you doing with my girl?
Honest, Toby. I just asked him for a quarter for the jukebox.
Stay out of this, Jenny. We got man's business to take care of.
I want to stay.
I said come on!
Toby! Toby Tyler, leave him alone!
You stay away, Jenny. I aim to mess him up, and that ain't a thing for a woman to see.
Who the hell are you?
I'm her husband.
Husband . . .?
Now who the hell are you, and it better be good, or God help me I'll break you in half.
I . . I was helping your wife. I met her in town. She needed a hand with her drapes. That's all.
Didn't much look like you were hanging drapes.
I swear to you that's all that happened. I haven't so much as set foot in your bedroom.
A lot that means.
Grace, tell him.
I have half a mind to
Is this what it's all about? You sucker me up here so you can watch the two of us beat the shit out of each other over you? Forget it. You want to take my head off, Mister, I won't even try to stop you. I deserve it for being an idiot. But if you're not, I think I'll be on my way.
What happened to your hand?
Accident.
You've got to be
Yeah, I know. More careful.
I guess we've never been introduced proper. Jake McKenna.
Jake McKenna. That's a solid name.
I'm a solid man.
John Stewart.
What brings you to Sierra?
My car overheated. I pulled in to have it fixed.
Where you headed?
I've got to make a stop in Vegas, then I'm heading to Santa Barbara.
Live there?
Got work. I know a man who's got a boat. Wants me to sail it for him.
You a sailor man? That'd be the life. Drive across the country, step on a boat and just sail away. A man could pretty well disappear like that. Just sail away until all he was was a memory. I guess a little place like this would just be a dot on a map to you after awhile.
I hope so. Listen, Mr. McKenna, about your wife: If I had known she was married
It wouldn't have made a difference to you, now would it? Not a wit. Do you know why? Because you're a man without scruples.
Wait a second
Ah, I can smell it on you.
Hey!
That's the sweat of a man who hasn't an honest bone in his body. Don't be offended, lad. A man who's got no ethics is a free man. I envy you that. Beside, I can hardly blame you. That Grace has a mind of her own, and a body to match, don't she? Eh?
She does at that. I knew when I married her she was a free spirit. A woman with her looks and a man my age; what was I to expect? But you see a woman like that in a town like this and you don't think, you do. So, I married her. What are you to do, eh? Women.
Can't live with them, and you can't shoot 'em.
I bet she led you on good, didn't she? Taking you up to the house with that smile of hers. Bet she wiggled her ass in your face more than once. Then me busting in like some wild bear. Bet you had a fire going under you.
Like you don't know.
Mad like a dog in heat, I bet you were. I can tell you got a temper on you.
Would you?
Would I what?
Would you kill her?
Why would I kill her?
Because I'm sick and tired of her little games. Because you could do it and drift away on your boat and no one would ever see you again. Because I've got a fiftythousand dollar life insurance policy on her, and I would be more than happy to give the man who does her in a good chunk of it.
I'm not a murderer, Mr. McKenna.
How do you know if you've never tried?
This is a joke, right? You just want to rattle me. Right?
Good Lord. What happened to you?
Just ran into a little trouble.
Another accident? You've really got to be more careful. Can I get you a drink?
No.
Hungry?
No.
I'm surprised to see you. I thought you'd be halfway to Vegas by now.
I had a problem getting my car back.
You just seem to attract trouble, don't you?
Nice office you've got.
I do all right. Real estate isn't a bad game such as it is around here. The trick is to underestimate the price when you buy it, and overvalue when you sell. You can turn a few dollars that way.
Isn't that illegal?
Now what can I do for you?
I was hoping we could talk.
Talk? About what?
About things. About your wife.
Sweet Grace? What about her?
About what you said this morning.
You said you had an insurance policy out on your wife. Fiftythousand dollars.
I do.
You said you'd cut that up with the man who did her in.
I did?
Don't play simple with me, Jake. You want me to spell it out for you? I'll kill Grace if you cut me in on the money.
I think this heat's getting to you the way you're rambling on.
I'm not rambling.
You're talking like a mad man.

You're too quick for me.

Hey, Mister. Mister. I just. . . I just wanted to thank you.

For what?

For defending my honor this afternoon.

I hate to bust your bubble, but I wasn't defending you.

But you was going to fight for me.

I wasn't going to fight for you. I was just going to beat the shit out of your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend. I mean, I let him take me out and stuff, but I ain't spoken for. Not yet that is.

Get it through your head, little girl; I'm not going for you. If this Toby likes you, then if I were you I'd marry him. You're not going to get much better in this town.

That's what I thought until you came riding in. I saw your car over at the gas station. It's cool. Want to take me for a ride? Desert's kind of lonely this time of day.

How old are you?

Eighteen. Well, I'm gonna be eighteen in two years, but that don't mean you can't take me for a ride if you want.

No, I don't want to take you for a ride. What I want is for . . . Hey, you don't happen to have a hundred and fifty dollars I could

You're too late, Toby. We're going to get in his fancy car and ride off and leave you behind.

What the hell are you talking about?

What's your name anyway?

Toby Tyler, it don't matter to me if you beat him all up and knock out all his teeth and he's just drooling and bleeding all over hisself, 'cause we love each other and we gonna run off, and I'm gonna have his love child.

Will you shut up!

Don't be afraid of him none. I don't care what he does to you, we can still be together.

Get away from me!

I asked you a question.

Aw, Toby, we weren't doing nothing. We was just talking.

You shut your mouth, girl, and get back over to our table. Now, I'm not going to ask you again, Mister. What were you doing with my girl?

Honest, Toby. I just asked him for a quarter for the jukebox.

Stay out of this, Jenny. We got man's business to take care of.

I want to stay.

I said come on!

Toby! Toby Tyler, leave him alone!

You stay away, Jenny. I aim to mess him up, and that ain't a thing for a woman to see.

Who the hell are you?

I'm her husband.

Husband . . .?

Now who the hell are you, and it better be good, or God help me I'll break you in half.

I . . I was helping your wife. I met her in town. She needed a hand with her drapes. That's all.

Didn't much look like you were hanging drapes.

I swear to you that's all that happened. I haven't so much as set foot in your bedroom.

A lot that means.

Grace, tell him.

I have half a mind to

Is this what it's all about? You sucker me up here so you can watch the two of us beat the shit out of each other over you? Forget it. You want to take my head off, Mister, I won't even try to stop you. I deserve it for being an idiot. But if you're not, I think I'll be on my way.

What happened to your hand?

Accident.

You've got to be

Yeah, I know. More careful.

I guess we've never been introduced proper. Jake McKenna.

Jake McKenna. That's a solid name.

I'm a solid man.

John Stewart.

What brings you to Sierra?

My car overheated. I pulled in to have it fixed.

Where you headed?

I've got to make a stop in Vegas, then I'm heading to Santa Barbara.

Live there?

Got work. I know a man who's got a boat. Wants me to sail it for him.

You a sailor man? That'd be the life. Drive across the country, step on a boat and just sail away. A man could pretty well disappear like that. Just sail away until all he was was a memory. I guess a little place like this would just be a dot on a map to you after awhile.

I hope so. Listen, Mr. McKenna, about your wife: If I had known she was married

It wouldn't have made a difference to you, now would it? Not a wit. Do you know why? Because you're a man without scruples.

Wait a second

Ah, I can smell it on you.

Hey!

That's the sweat of a man who hasn't an honest bone in his body. Don't be offended, lad. A man who's got no ethics is a free man. I envy you that. Beside, I can hardly blame you. That Grace has a mind of her own, and a body to match, don't she? Eh?

She does at that. I knew when I married her she was a free spirit. A woman with her looks and a man my age; what was I to expect? But you see a woman like that in a town like this and you don't think, you do. So, I married her. What are you to do, eh? Women.

Can't live with them, and you can't shoot 'em.

I bet she led you on good, didn't she? Taking you up to the house with that smile of hers. Bet she wiggled her ass in your face more than once. Then me busting in like some wild bear. Bet you had a fire going under you.

Like you don't know.

Mad like a dog in heat, I bet you were. I can tell you got a temper on you.

Would you?

Would I what?

Would you kill her?

Why would I kill her?

Because I'm sick and tired of her little games. Because you could do it and drift away on your boat and no one would ever see you again. Because I've got a fiftythousand dollar life insurance policy on her, and I would be more than happy to give the man who does her in a good chunk of it.

I'm not a murderer, Mr. McKenna.

How do you know if you've never tried?

This is a joke, right? You just want to rattle me. Right?

Good Lord. What happened to you?

Just ran into a little trouble.

Another accident? You've really got to be more careful. Can I get you a drink?

No.

Hungry?

No.

I'm surprised to see you. I thought you'd be halfway to Vegas by now.

I had a problem getting my car back.

You just seem to attract trouble, don't you?

Nice office you've got.

I do all right. Real estate isn't a bad game such as it is around here. The trick is to underestimate the price when you buy it, and overvalue when you sell. You can turn a few dollars that way.

Isn't that illegal?

Now what can I do for you?

I was hoping we could talk.

Talk? About what?

About things. About your wife.

Sweet Grace? What about her?

About what you said this morning.

You said you had an insurance policy out on your wife. Fiftythousand dollars.

I do.

You said you'd cut that up with the man who did her in.

I did?

Don't play simple with me, Jake. You want me to spell it out for you? I'll kill Grace if you cut me in on the money.

I think this heat's getting to you the way you're rambling on.

I'm not rambling.

You're talking like a mad man.